Eighty bowl of soup (eight)

"Oh, you said you want to save me?"

Accompanied by this sweet sound are peach petals falling like blood.

This peach blossom forest is famous far and wide. Everyone says there are evil ghosts living inside. A young man is curious and wants to come and see it, but he never went back when he comes.

The peach blossoms here are different from other places, and the peach blossoms here are bright red.

At this time, the woman was talking. She looked lazy and smiling. Her bright red skirt seemed to blend with the peach blossoms, revealing only a pair of snow-white and slender legs. Her toenails were dyed with the same charming redness. Her black hair was scattered under her body and her plump breasts and her snow-smooth skin could be seen from her wide collar. At this moment, she was looking at the young monk under the tree. "What can you do if you asked me to have this dream? The ending will still be the same."

The monk Feng Shen was handsome, kind-hearted, and had black eyes, compassionate people. At this moment, he folded his hands together: "The donor stayed here, but the past that was thousands of years ago will not come back."

The woman smiled and picked up the wine gourd beside her and took a sip. Her expression was very cool, but she ignored the monk's words. "What if I come back, what if I don't come back? Countless souls in the world are waiting for you to save, but you insist on saving me here. How can you save me?"

The monk sat cross-legged under the tree, his eyes slightly closed: "I am passing by here and when I meet the donor, I have to cross the donor before I can leave."

Qinghuan thought this person was really a stubborn mind. A few days ago, she had just eaten a few people who were ignorant of their lives. When she saw the guys she was trying to tease, the monk broke in for some reason. He was not confused by her illusion, but he also said arrogantly that he wanted to save her. She thought he had some skills, but who knew that he cooked a bowl of tea for her. After she drank it, she had a dream.

What is the difference between that dream and what she experienced in her life? She is still dead and is still thrown into the cold pond by those foolish humans.

She is not such a easy ghost to fight for.

"Monk, what benefits can I do if I ask you to pass?"

The monk's voice was calm: "Looking back is the shore, and you can become a Buddha by putting down your butcher's knife."

Qing Huan laughed loudly: "The bad guy put down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha on his feet, but the good guys have to be in a difficult situation to achieve the right result. Look at you and look at me again, why is this trouble?"

The monk was unmoved and only looked at her and did not argue with her. He was not good at talking. He was often abducted by her words a few days ago, and gradually became accustomed to not following her words. Seeing that he did not speak, Qinghuan looked at the sky boredly: "What's wrong with me here? I won't go out to harm others."

The monk silently looked at the wreckage of human bones under the peach trees around him.

Qinghuan was not guilty at all, and was confident: "They broke in by themselves. The stone tablet outside the peach forest said that the stole those who entered the country died. If they don't believe it, what can I do?"

"You ate them."

"I'm hungry." She took it for granted. "You try to avoid eating for hundreds of years and you'll be hungry. What's more..." Her black eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and her red lips were bright, as if she was savoring, "The taste of human flesh... is so good."

As she said that, she looked at the monk with a longing look. The tender skin and flesh looked delicious. "If you promised me to eat you, I will let you save me. In ancient times, Buddha cuts flesh and feeds eagles, but now, monks, you sacrifice your life to ghosts and spread it out. Wouldn't it be beautiful?"

The monk calmly put down his hands and opened his eyes: "After eating me, the donor will be free. Is this true?"

Of course it is fake.

Qinghuan felt bored, so she put down one leg and swayed. A string of silver bells tied to her ankles rang out crisply. She lay on the tree, resting with her eyes closed. "Monk, you can't save me, and spending more time here will be futile."

If the monk doesn’t speak, he will not become a Buddha if he doesn’t save her.

Qinghuan lay down for a while, and a wolf howl came from a distance. She shook her feet, and the sound of the bell rang, and the next second, a huge gray shadow appeared under the tree, crawling to make her jump from the tree and land on her broad back. She screamed softly. Qinghuan reached out and rubbed the fluffy hair and hugged the little wolf's neck: "What a stubborn monk, little wolf, let's not play with him."

The little wolf screamed again, rubbed her hand, and then carried her and disappeared into the peach forest.

Although she lives in this peach forest, she actually doesn't appear all the time. Most of the time she will sleep on a peach tree at will, and she will sleep for a long time.

Many people say that this blood peach forest is haunted, and some people who don’t know how to live or die have come in. Later, they all died. Qinghuan and Xiaolang shared them. The taste of human flesh is extremely wonderful and can make them stronger. But Qinghuan is too lazy to go out on weekdays, so she stayed quietly in this peach forest. Many monks and Taoists have come, and later they all became her and Xiaolang’s meals.

This time, the monk was different from those who were seeking fame in the past. He was very powerful, but also gentle. He could directly suppress her, but he wanted to transform her. Qinghuan refused to be saved, and he did not force her. He sat under the peach tree and recited scriptures all day long. Although Qinghuan had turned into an evil ghost for hundreds of years, she still liked to listen to Buddhist scriptures.

Although, the Buddha could no longer save her.

She was like that before her death, she was bullied and abused, and was sunk in rags. The people in the village quickly completely forgot her. They no longer remembered that she was the fairy they called, nor did they remember that she was born and raised here. They divided everything about her, but no one was willing to collect her body.

She lay in the cold pond for a long time... for a long time...

The bones turned into mud and sand for a long time. She couldn't bear the pain. She was filled with resentment towards the entire village.

Then, she climbed out of the bottom of the pond.

Wet, dripping with water, step by step, walking over one by one, eating them one by one, admiring the fear on the faces of the villagers, listening to their begging for mercy and crying. She was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to her, but she still dug out his heart. She ate the entire village and ate hundreds of hearts that were dug out.

Then she stood in the middle of the village where corpses were everywhere, and the moon rose into the air. She was bathed in the moonlight, the mud and sand on her body gradually faded, the water in the pond gradually disappeared, her skirt turned bright red, and her eyes turned bright red.

On the full moon night, in the extremely yin place, with the right time and place, she became extremely powerful after eating so many people's hearts.

The little wolf stayed beside her in the form of a soul. She sat on him and went to the town, found Huang Yuanwai's house, and ate them as well. She was so greedy, the little wolf ate meat, and they were growing up in an extremely rapid manner.

Then they returned to the village.

This is hers.

The village gradually began to disappear, and each corpse sank into the ground, and then extremely brilliant and bright blood-colored peach blossoms bloomed on the corpse. She lived in this peach blossom forest, as if she had returned to the kind-hearted gazes she had walked in the village many years ago.

It was so strange that the village disappeared overnight, but no one came out. They all became her and the little wolf's food. Slowly, everyone knew the rumors of the haunted peach forest. Qinghuan was hungry for a while, and it was not until the dynasty changed that her food increased again.

Too many people want to make the idea of ​​this peach forest. Whether it is geographical location or something else, this land has its own special significance, but the peach forest is haunted, which makes many people feel timid and dare not get close to it.

Many monks and Taoist priests came, all of whom were invited to exorcise ghosts, but Qinghuan had never seen a few real monks. Most of them were lying sperm who cheated them. In order to punish them, she dug out their hearts and ate them.

I don’t know that hundreds of years have passed, one day, this monk appeared.

Qinghuan didn’t know what the monk was named and what his magic name was, just as the monk didn’t know what her name was.

The wind was sunny and the weather was clear. The monk walked in from outside with a stick. When Qinghuan saw him, he thought he was here to take her again, so he asked the little wolf to bring the person over. She liked to eat raw meat, and her heart smelled of blood was so sweet that it was shocking.

But Xiaolang never returned, and she realized that the person who came this time was not simple.

Unexpectedly, the monk let the little wolf go when he saw her. Hundreds of years have passed, and the little wolf has already become wise. Knowing that the monk in front of him is powerful and dare not provoke him, he snuggled up to Qinghuan and showed his teeth to her.

Qinghuan could not beat the monk. He looked young, but he was well-versed. He didn't know which temple came from. The first thing he said when he saw her was to save her.

It turned out that when I passed by here, I saw that the ghosts were soaring into the sky, and there were evil ghosts wandering around. Monks were compassionate and wanted to save the evil ghosts and reincarnate.

Qinghuan refused without thinking about it.

She likes this peach forest and doesn't want to be reincarnated.

She didn't want to be separated from Xiaolang either.

The monk sighed and said that she was foolish and sat under the tree with his own hands to cook tea for her.

The fragrance of tea is the same as the strange fragrance on her body in this peach forest.

Qinghuan drank tea and had the previous dream.

In the dream, she did not do anything to be linked to the "pornant" son. Apart from force majeure, she was completely worthy of anyone and the reputation of the entire village. But the villagers still wanted to kill her, as if she was alive, polluted their air and defiled the reputation of their entire village.

She had no memory in her dream. She just subconsciously refused and refused again, hiding and hiding again. She was so tough that she refused to leave. As long as she lived in the village, she thought that this time would have a different result, but in the end, they still wanted to kill her.

It was still the cold pond, the mud and sand that wrapped and separated her flesh, condensed her resentment, and catalyzed into a ghost.
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